Pray, let go...

There's nothing that hurts more than when the person you love says they are miserable and it is because of you. It's like having menstrual cramps, giving birth and pushing kidney stones at the same time.

I know you already scrolling and judging. I mean who am I to be sitting here like I got it all together, as if I know what that is all about. Hear me out for a second. Pretend we are bffs having a conversation and you're feeling me.
You feel me yet?
No? Ok, we'll get there.




Everybody deserves to be happy. Everybody deserves to walk around with a smile on their face every second of every day. You know that happiness is contagious kind of ish?
If you are the reason why somebody is unhappy, do the world a favour. Pray, let go. Don't insist on sticking around when all you do is cause misery. You are not doing either of you any good.
I get it, you probably love the person and you don't hurt them intentionally, but fact is, they're hurting and you need to go.

Cry if you must. Play Taylor Swift all day. You know, to remind you that there is somebody out there who is more miserable than you are. Go have a drink, more than enough if you dare. Burry yourself in your work, go bungee jumping... Tweet that shit if it will make you feel better.
You are young, these things are supposed to happen. Hearts break every other day and people fall in love with the same frequency. Yours is just part of the equation.
Just let them go.
(I should really take my own advice sometimes)



If it wasn't meant to be, it will never be. You are the right rib, just the wrong chest.

Remember to Remember

Life is a Bitch, that's for sure. But when dealing with a bitch, there are ways around it. She is either your friend or your enemy. As your friend, she will love you with all the loyalty in the world and as your enemy, well, you would be attached to another object by an inclined plane, wrapped helically around an axis. basically, you're screwed.

I was on my way to work; its just attachment, I am aware, but I get up in the morning and hustle like all the grown ups do so will call it work if I want to. *smiley*
Yeah, so I am om my way to work... It is raining, there is mud all over, I am slipping and sliding, my feet look like I just went swamp fishing barefoot, my good clothes have mud marks all over. I mean me and this bitch call life have a relationship drawn from an indifference for each other. I cant walk anymore so I call one of my best friends in the entire world, David my bodabaoda guy, Don't you judge me! This guy is very loyal. 
He saves from my misery and gets me to the road, safely. I must add.
I get a matatu, I am over charged, I hit myself on one of the seats, I'm bleeding, I know nobody cares... But I get to work in one piece, late, but in one piece.
 


Give me a moment, I am getting to the point.

Basically I am saying, Nothing is ever going to work out Exactly how you plan. You will not always get what you expect. Especially if this bitch doesn't like you much. I can say this now because i feel like a super hero. If you saw me right now you wouldn't guess where I had been just an hour ago. People around me don't even care.
 

I look back and I consider it as an adventure, I have made a memory. Its not an entirely a good one but now I know to call David as soon as I'm ready to leave. See, a lesson! *smiley*
Tomorrow will not be the same experience, who knows, I might get a lift from a neighbour, but my destination will still be the same.

That Title doesn't fit, does it? 
I don't think so either.